Forbidden are the dreams that taunt us,
Luring us into sinful thoughts.
A lover’s kiss,
That leaves the taste of joy on one’s lips.
A lasting taste that lingers for days,
Pressing lips upon skin
In places only dreams can reveal.
Embarrassed, inability to talk
As memory serves delicious playback
Of a good night’s dream.
Only living in the subconscious,
Beckoning them back for more.
Written by Tabatha Goughneour, 2019